My Husband's Wedding

Jealous

Nayla stepped towards the room where the teacher gathered. The headmaster was ready with several other teachers to welcome Nayla.

"Assalamualaikum" Nayla said as she opened the door.

"Waalaikumsalam Bu Nayla" replied the teacher in unison.

With a smile that expands on Nayla's face, now he began to approach one by one the teachers in the room and began to regret it to get acquainted. The male teachers who saw Nayal's beauty could only look at him in amazement while cupping their hands over their chests.

"Welcome back beautiful Miss Nayla. How are you feeling healthy? we haven't seen each other in a long time" said Bu Asti.

Nayla hugged the body of her best friend who always accompanied her first while teaching at this school.

"Alhamdulillah good. How are you, ma'am ?"

"Alhamdulillah is also healthy Ms. Nay. Now we can be the same again yes Nay"

Nayla did not have time to answer, Nadia as one of the teachers there immediately reprimanded Asti for calling Nayla's name like being outside the school.

"Bu Asti, if you call fellow teachers, you must be polite when you are in the school environment. At least if in the school environment mother can call Bu Nayla with the name of mother first. If you're out of school, you can just call Nayla's mom by name"

"It's so trivial that's debated anyway! freaky! besides Nayla is my best friend, and the person was not bothered by the name I gave. So why are you picking up?!"

The Headmaster's mother quickly broke up the two because she was embarrassed by Nayla's welcome which had to be interspersed with commotion.

"That's enough! Bu Asti you better listen to what Madam Nadia said. At least in the school environment you have to distinguish name calls to Bu Nayla with conditions outside the school. This is not a big deal, but you can respect him as one of the teachers here because the children we teach are young children. So sometimes they like to imitate what we say. Although this sounds trivial and not useful at all, but at least if we say that our young children can call the name of Bu Nayla properly"

Asti seemed annoyed that he was cornered and became the center of attention of every teacher. Nayla who felt guilty could only look down could not say what.

" Yes ma'am, now you are officially part of us. We hope you feel at home working here and can educate children in this school"

"Thank you ma'am. In Allah I will do my best here and I will educate the children well. I ask for cooperation from all. Thanks"

"Now Bu Nayla can sit on the table near Mr. Amar who is there. And Ms. Nayla here will teach in Class 2 where Mr. Amar will show. Incidentally this school has built several new rooms so Bu Nayla does not know the room where mom teaches next to where "

Nayla looked at the face of the man wearing the peci in front of her. It looks like the man looks neat with the school suit he is wearing and the peci that covers some of his hair.

Mr. Amar looked at Nayla with a pounding heart because this was the second time he met Nayla after he first entered as a teacher at this school.

Nayla used to kindly show the teacher room to Amar who is the new teacher at this school. And now the opposite, Amar has to show Nayla the 2nd classroom where she teaches later. It is true, that this school already looks wider and there are several new rooms. At the school where Nayla teaches, the distance between one room and another room is so far that it will be slow to find a class that is part of teaching one by one. In addition to the building that increased, the shape of the class and color of the paint that now looks different from the old days.

Nayla arranged for a man in front of her named Amar. Amar cupped his hands over his chest and was greeted by Nayla who did the same to him.

"I'm sorry if I'm a hassle" Nayla said as she sat next to Amar's desk.

"No papa, this is my job"

"I'm sorry to know if the father I used to drive into this room?"

"Yes mom, you remember? that was a long time ago"

"I remember because my father was the one who drove me home when I met him once. It was also my last day working here" Nayla replied with a laugh.

Amar stared in amazement at Nayla's beautiful face. After a long time looking for Nayla, he finally met again.

"Sorry Miss Nayla, why did you leave this school? though I know from the teacher's story that you are one of the outstanding teachers here"

"Oh that, yeah no papa. Now that Bu Nayla can store her bags and books first in a desk bag, I will take the mother to the room where Bu Nayla teaches later. It just so happens that the lesson hours are about to start"

Nayla rushed to tidy up the books and stationery equipment on her desk and then got up.

Amar who saw Nayla was done, finally walked with Nayla who mebgekor behind him.

Amar shows every room in this school in detail. The name and location of Amar also explained in detail so that Nayla did not have to look for buildings in this school even though the shape and size of the classroom are the same.

"Actually Bu Nayla can find a classroom here without getting lost even though the room is the same and the same pattern as well. But all of that will slow Ms. Nayla down to catch the floor plan of this room quickly"

"Yes, I understand sir. Thank you so much for helping me and explaining each class benchmark clearly"

Nayla and Amar continued to walk through the classroom in this elementary school. From a distance Zidan can be seen with his red car parked his car in the yard.

Zidan who had just come out of the door, was immediately presented with a view of Nayla who was fond of chatting with Amar in front of the class.

"Naila!" zidan shouted without aba.

"Mas Zidan?"

Zidan walked over to Nayla and started looking at the girl in front of him without blinking a single bit.

"Beautiful" Zidan pelang.

"What mas?"

"uh.enga.nl..engga Nay"

"Why did you come here? this is far away, after all Zidan would want to go to the office later has been loh"

Zidan stared at the clock in his hand. He then looked at Amar with a big question mark on his head.

"He who is Nay?" zidan asked arrived.

"Oh yes I forgot. Mas introduce this Mr. Amar, one of the teachers and the committee at the school where I tagged this. He was the first person I saw before I quit working at this school. Mr. Amar is also the person I used to take to the teacher's room and now it's his turn to be told by the Principal's mother to take me"

Zidan stared intently at Amar. Zidan knew that Amar looked so comfortable when talking to Nayla.

"Oh so. So now you know in her classroom?"

"Not yet, this again see first look at the other classes"

"Nay, you better go straight to the room where you teach. If you want to see it, see it later. It's noon now, the bell will be ringing soon. So Mr Amar can you show me the room where Nayla teaches?"

"Yes certainly Mr. Zidan. Let's Bu Nayla"

Amar now steps into the classroom where Nayla teaches. He showed class 2 to Nayla and Zidan.

Zidan continued to look at Amar who seemed to be watching Nayla.

His heart was burning at this moment